The Golden Calf-Prefab Sprout

歌手 : Prefab Sprout

专辑 : The Collection

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:05

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TXT The Golden Calf-Prefab Sprout 文本歌词

The Golden Calf - Prefab Sprout (合成芽合唱团)

Once upon a time I stalked the streets on raining evenings

When the distant sea blended with the sky

Past Coliseum's filled with brass

On pavements carved from toasted glass

I carried in my heart a word or two

Your dashing horseman all gone away

Left you the stable bill to pay

And now the golden calf has turned to clay

All my feelings dressed in gloves

Couldn't touch your windswept harbor love

White and open-necked you would still play

I'd resort to sleepwalking to caught the mood that fills the sails

With harvest nets and tides don't ever bring

But every night was Halloween and every friend fell in between

And how capricious nature ruled my mind

Your dashing horseman all gone away

Left you the stable bill to pay

And now the golden calf has turned to clay

All my feelings dressed in gloves

Couldn't touch your windswept harbor love

White and open-necked you would still play

Once upon a time I stalked the streets on raining evenings

When the distant sea blended with the sky

My mouth was full of cigarettes my bed was full of

But you would always make me see today

Your dashing horseman all gone away

Left you the stable bill to pay

And now the golden calf has turned to clay

All my feelings dressed in gloves

Couldn't touch your windswept harbor love

White and open-necked you would still play

I sound so different these days I barely can believe I'm me

If I didn't know better I would swear I was someone else

Lord I can't believe I don't believe I'm me

But who on earth could I be

Your dashing horseman all gone away

Left you the stable bill to pay

And now the golden calf has turned to clay

All my feelings dressed in gloves

Couldn't touch your windswept harbor love

White and open-necked you would still play play play

Your dashing horseman all gone away

Left you the stable bill to pay

And now the golden calf has turned to clay

All my feelings dressed in gloves